Ready to Start the Day

[FuzzyInk]

The morning light had been baking on the dull, hunter green tent for a good amount of time now. It shook as its resident tossed and turned inside, unconsciously determined to fight the time of day as hard as it could. Slowly, Kitty’s eyes fluttered open. It was bright. Too bright for her taste. She closed them again. A quiet moan escaped her mouth as she sat up and got her bearings. What was going on? She groggily called to mind the events of the past night. She looked at her fingers… burnt. Damn. Kitty had been working with her props last night, as that was really the only time she could properly work with them. She had made her compound mixtures before sundown, and tested them for spark radius, color, and heat late into the night. Most worked fine, but one had burned much too violently for use in a performance, hence the burnt fingers. Thankfully, she had set up her own old tent much further from the rest of the carnies. She knew her props posed a fire hazard, and didn’t want to lose her standing with everybody as soon as she joined due to a careless mistake. Careless mistakes weren’t something you could afford when you’re starting a new job…

“Shit!” In a blur of color and a storm of cussing, Kitty realized she had slept in! She fumbled with the tent zipper, trying to get out and get to her clothes in the suitcase right outside the door. With a thud, she scrambled out of the tent in her underwear, quickly reaching into her bag to grab some clothes. Kitty clumsily hopped about the tent, trying to pull on her pants and tank top at the same time. This was no time for modesty! She had to catch up with everybody else!

She started jogging towards the cafeteria tent, pulling her hair up into a ponytail as she went. Maybe she would just go without breakfast… she had to make up for lost time after all. And it’s not like it was the first time she went without a meal. As she approached, she spotted that large panther guy staring up at the sky. She followed his gaze as she got closer to him, but didn’t see anything particularly interesting. Kitty thought about saying something, but felt awkward doing so because she couldn’t remember his name for the life of her! Being new to the group, Kitty had only been giving a quick introduction to everybody when she was initiated, and hadn’t had much conversation since. As she nervously stood next to the brawny feline, she caught sight of the inside of the tent. She spotted a couple others eating breakfast, and the smell was almost intoxicating. Unfortunately, the guilt of obviously being the last one up overpowered the pain of hunger, and she continued to linger outside the door. When Kitty heard the voice speak up inside the tent however, she couldn’t help but cautiously peek inside. Something about tension in the air? She shoved her hands in her pockets and shrugged. “Huh… I didn’t really notice anything weird or eerie…” Her comment wasn’t aimed at anybody in particular, but she did desperately hope somebody would take notice.

[Voltaire]

"It's not human, that's why you didn't sense it," Escar scoffed. "I hate to admit it, but he's right. Something's happening." He stood up and charged back inside. After a short quarrel with Cyrill, he managed to get the boy to a safer place because the sensation seemed to be the strongest around the cafeteria tent. Once he returned to said tent, he found that Voltaire was already there for a second appearance.

"I wasn't going to say anything at first," Voltaire admitted, "out of fear of striking panic through our members, and chaos is the last thing we need, but some of you have also caught wind of this unexplainable and supernatural presence. If you know anything or find anything, it is your duty to report it to me immediately. Withholding information from me will result in consequences, but I doubt I'll have to go as far as that because I trust that we are all responsible here. Whatever is causing this is not to be taken lightly, and is to be viewed as a threat."

Voltaire scanned his audience to make sure he had everyone's attention. "En garde."

[epicchibi]

She left quickly when he spoke.She did not like this at all. In fact she had fear in her eyes. Running to her tent. her tent shop she looked at the mess and disaray of things. "No...no...no...noo" things were knocked over and off there shelves. Going over she looked. Mending what was broken. So far theys were all harmless spells and potans. Nothing that would cases damage. But that bone chilling feeling did not leave her. She went to the back of the tent.

Sitting in the back were her more potan things, books of advansed speles. they were still bound. Boxes and bottles and yet. Nothing was missing. "Home...." she ran to her tent that was in the woods. Running as fast as she could. "Please, please, please"

[Tayuyaxn]

Excidium unsheathed one of his knives, making a mock military salute with it; ''Excidium, reporting for duty. As you say, sir, nobody likes chaos.'' he said with a grave expression, turning around, taping his knife against his hips rhythmically, the usual snarky smile coming back on; ''Oh, wait, but I do. Now, I'd love to help, but I haven't got a. clue. of what is going on. So, while I did say it would probably be fun for me, the surprise is half the fun of it.''

He watched as Lady fluffy-wings scurried away in a hurry, peeking his curiosity.

He stretched his wings, flicked his knife down into the ground and held his empty hands up in one smooth motion; ''But, I didn't break anything lately. I didn't summon anything as of late either. I didn't trap anything for someone else to trip on. I am in no way responsible.''

He flash-teleported to Escar, leaning against him, pointing at him (having, of course, taken the time beforehand to make some fire on the tip of his fingers to rile him up) and maliciously smirking; ''But this big fit-prone kitten might be. I'm just saying.''

He turned his head at Kitty and tried for a friendly smirk; ''Now that my not-guilt is settled, you, I can hear your stomach rumble miles away. Come on and eat, you can't fight the supernatural on an empty stomach, especially if you can't sense it anyway.'' He flash-teleported and gave her a small push forward; ''Go on now, it's not like there's anything else for you to do right now anyway.''

He walked and retrieved his knife out of the ground, sitting back on top of the table in a sprawl, finishing his meal.

((He can be such an ass. I'm definitively keeping him that way.))